John got a care package today. It's not from his mother. It's from someone else's mother.
He's excited.
John: Oh, I'm sorry, is my care package in your way?
Benny: I don't blame you for having a large package.
He's got chocolate-covered pretzel sticks (with rainbow sprinkles!) in there. I feel like people are a lot more domestic in Florida. Or maybe they're just a lot more domestic in places-other-than-my-home.
I just got phenomenal news from Thomas, that I will keep quiet because these sorts of things are sensitive information.
But I'm excited about it.
Sitting in Linguistics. It appears that class has started. I should go.
Clara
2 comments:
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I like how my care package takes precedence over Thomas' fantastic news (which I already know the specifics of, so take THAT, fellow readers). And they were rainbow sprinkles. If you amend this post I will be pissed. And bitter.
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